From a photograph by Edmund Heller. 
fight furiously in their own peculiar fashion. 
By careful stalking Kermit got some good 
pictures of the wildebeest in spite of their 
wariness. Like other game they seem most 
apt to lie down during the heat of the day; 
but they may lie down at night too; at 
any rate, I noticed one herd of hartebeest 
which after feeding through the late after¬ 
noon lay down at nightfall. 
After getting the bull rhino, Heller need¬ 
ed a cow and calf to complete the group; 
and Kermit and I got him what he needed, 
one day when we were out alone with our 
gun bearers. About the middle of the fore¬ 
noon we made out the huge gray bulk of the 
rhino, standing in the bare plain, with not 
so much as a bush two feet high within 
miles; and we soon also made out her calf 
beside her. Getting the wind right we rode 
up within a quarter of a mile, and then dis¬ 
mounted and walked slowly toward her. 
It seemed impossible that on that bare plain 
we could escape even her dull vision, for she 
stood with her head in our direction; yet she 
did not see us, and actually lay down as we 
walked toward her. Careful examination 
through the glasses showed that she was 
an unusually big cow, with thick horns of 
fair length—twenty-three inches and thir¬ 
teen inches respectively. Accordingly we 
proceeded, making as littlenoise as possible. 
At fifty yards she made us out, and jumped 
to her feet with unwieldy agility. Kneeling 
I sent the bullet from the heavy Holland 
just in front of her right shoulder as she 
half faced me. It went through her vitals, 
lodging behind the opposite shoulder; and 
at once she began the curious death waltz 
which is often, though by no means always, 
the sign of immediate dissolution in a mor¬ 
tally wounded rhino. Kermit at once put 
a bullet from his Winchester behind her 
shoulder; for it is never safe to take chances 
with a rhino; and we shot the calf, which 
when dying uttered a screaming whistle, al¬ 
most like that of a small steam-engine. In 
a few seconds both fell, and we walked up 
to them, examined them, and then continued 
our ride, sending in a messenger to bring 
Cuninghame, Heller, and an ox-wagon to 
the carcasses. 
The stomach of this rhino contained some 
grass stems and blades, some leaves and 
twig tips of bushes, but chiefly the thick, 
thorny, fleshy leaves of a kind of Euphorbia. 
As the juice of the Euphorbia’s cactus-like 
leaves is acrid enough to blister—not to 
speak of the thorns—this suffices to show 
what a rhino’s palate regards as agreeably 
stimulating. This species of rhino, by the 
